WAR: Empire's End

Back to his capital last week went Haile Selassie, no Conquering Lion of Judah.
Along the dusty streets the tin-roofed shops of Armenian, Greek and
East Indian traders were boarded up, almost all the houses of any
pretension deserted. A watchful Italian plane circled lazily above

Addis Ababa. No troops were in sight, the remnants of the Imperial Guard
being encamped outside the open town. The little Emperor still had his
famed beard, but now it was heavily streaked with grey.

His arm, horribly burned by Italian mustard gas, was in bandages. Only
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